Hao Qingshe said, "My disciple inherits my legacy. If she cannot kill someone, I would reprimand her. My disciple won fair and square, and if they died, so be it. If they dare to pursue this further, I will send them on their way again. Isn't that easy?"
Yan Hao's face turned ashen. Ye Cheng said, "Though your disciple is formidable, in martial contests, the situation changes in an instant. She won honorably, and even if she loses, it is also honorable."
Hao Qingshe laughed sinisterly, "Not necessarily."
Ye Cheng said, "We all witnessed it with our own eyes. Is Miss Hao implying we are biased?"
Hao Qingshe said, "Elder Ye... your tongue is indeed silver. But I'm not here to argue with you. To surpass my disciple, he must have used some deceitful method. I don't need to see it to know. Even if you see it, you wouldn't understand. Can you even compare with me in the art of poison?"
